The moment we’d arrived, there had been some kind of commotion. Aurora had been requested to go to the bride’s quarters immediately.

I didn’t get a chance to ask her what the hell was going on, but I could imagine. The younger sister didn’t want to marry Andrei. Not that I blamed any woman being forced into a marriage like this. I stood with everyone and watched as the bride made her way down the aisle. The dress looked a little on the tight side. Even with the veil across her face, I noticed her huge, bulging tits that were no doubt going to pop out if she wasn’t careful. The bouquet quivered slightly.

The man beside her looked angry.

Kind of reminded me of Aurora’s dad. The march was slow, and I didn’t know if that was the father or the bride.

Adelaide looked ready to flee.

One look at Ivan, and I saw our boss was a very happy man.

Adelaide stopped at the altar and her father lifted the veil then kissed her cheek, which looked more like a press of lips rather than an actual pucker. The fucker couldn’t even be bothered to kiss his daughter goodbye. Andrei took the hand given to him, and I watched the ceremony, not listening to a word as I watched my wife.

Aurora held some roses within her hands. She’d woken this morning feeling sick. It was only going to be a matter of time before she found out about the pregnancy. So far, there was no sign of it. No swollen stomach. No tenderness of her breasts. She’d experienced some sickness in the mornings, but I helped to convince her it related to her bullet wound.

I was a complete and total bastard.

After the way she reacted to Ivan’s confession, I didn’t want her to jump to conclusions about why I wanted to sleep with her. I should just let her believe the worst of me. Most people did, and I was a horrible person. The truth was I would do what Ivan asked me to do for the good of the Bratva. If it meant fucking her until I knocked her up, I would. There was just a blurred line on exactly how I’d go about it.

I liked Aurora. I truly believed it was more than liking her.

In the most inconvenient times, I found myself thinking about her, curious what she was doing and wanting to be with her. I enjoyed her smile. The laughter she’d often allow to spill from her lips when she found something so funny. I liked how sweet she was. Even at the fight, surrounded by people not from our world, and yet she’d been the only person to scream for mercy.

Everything about her called to me, and I had no fucking clue how to turn this off. It couldn’t be love. I was incapable of loving anyone, but Aurora, damn it. She made this hard for me.